What if the sun rode a bicycle?

"Look, Look, Look" by John Randall Nelson, Scottsdale Waterfront (look through)

What if the sun rode a bicycle? This question fired into my brain as I happened upon this new work parked at the Scottsdale Waterfront by John Randall Nelson, who we've encountered before on this blog in the form of Anthropomorphic Bicyclist, and also in (I think) the "I Am Gravity's Cat" post. 

Or what if a cyclist rode so close to the sun that he or she merged with it? Either image works with this bright red bicycle sun porthole to the McDowell Mountains object almost pictograph thing. See, the text:

Those Ms look like cattle brands.The art itself looks more like a tattoo. Not sure if that bright red ink would be doable, or advisable, but my oh my it's a lovely glyph, isn't it?

"Build your personal brand" is supposed to be some sound, corporate-friendly advise, but what if your particular, peculiar brand is a scarlet bicycle sun glyph modeled after ancient rock art, the sight of which makes you want to hop a full suspension rig and blast it down rocky desert trails until the sun sets or the wheels fall off, whichever comes last? What if the cyclist became the sun? What if the cyclist rode so bright that he shone like the sun? What if nuclear fusion ensued? What if his spirit glowed like a thousand fires burning the desert night raising the perfume of mesquite and creosote so rich and ancient that his ego vaporized and he became a riding red glyph splattered across the rocks? Look, look: the sun, the ride, the bicycle.